The prolonged, indiscriminate reviewing of books is a quite exceptionally thankless, irritating and exhausting job. It not only involves praising trash – though it does involve that, as I will show in a moment – but constantly inventing reactions towards books about which one has no spontaneous feelings whatever.
Source:Confessions of a Book Reviewer (May 3, 1946); The Collected Essays, Journalism and Letters of George Orwell (1968), Volume IV, Page 183
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